The Frozen Tongue
by Nokomiss
Summary: Another crazy little story from a crazy little mind....This one focuses on the Brotherhood. *done* All questions are answered!!
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A/N: I wrote this in ... umm...*looks at clock* thirty minutes. That means I am not to be held responsible for general silliness and/or bad grammer. A shout out to Yelsha D, I stole your weapon of choice, Sorry! I couldn't think of any better one, and I figured you wouldn't mind....you can borrow MY weapon of choice in your next fic!!  
  
  
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**** At the Brotherhood ****  
  
  
Lance and Todd were sitting on the couch in the living room, playing Duke Nukem on the Playstation. Well, actually, Lance was playing Duke Nukem and Todd was hopping around the room, catching random flies and humming "Southtown" at the top of his lungs.  
  
"Hahaha! I just shot a stripper!" Lance yelled, cheering as the computer-generated dancer fell to the ground, clutching a bleeding leg. (A/N: I have done this. It is SOOO funny!)   
  
"So?" Todd yelled from the ceiling. " I'd rather be playing Frogger!"  
  
"You would." muttered Fred, as he entered the room and crashed down on the couch, sending Lance a few feet in the air. Fred picked up a bag of chips that was on the coffee table, and began to munch down, watching Lance play the game. A minute later, the chips were just a memory, and Fred's stomach growled loudly.  
  
"I'm still hungry. I'm going to go get some Ding Dongs from the kitchen." the huge mutant announced, and lumbered off toward the kitchen. Lance didn't even look up from the TV, and Todd just dropped from the ceiling to the now-vacant seat on the couch. Just then, loud laughter erupted from the kitchen, and on the TV screen, Duke Nukem fell over dead.  
  
"AAAAaagh!!" Lance screamed. "I'm gonna kill you, Fatboy!!!" Lance let out a frustrated scream, and stomped toward the kitchen, following the obnoxiously loud laughter. He held the large mallet that he kept handy in one hand, ready to bash Fred's head in for making him die in the video game. He'd FINALLY gotten past level one, and then POW! One loud laugh and all his hard work, GONE!!! Who knew when he'd get past level one again?   
  
Todd hopped toward the kitchen also, although he was just curious about why Fred was laughing so much. He reached the kitchen just after Lance, who had frozen in the doorway. Both curiosity and anger dissolved into hysterical laughter as they looked inside. The freezer door stood wide open, and Pietro's head was stuck inside, his tongue frozen to the ice-cold bottom. His legs were running in place franticly, creating a Roadrunner-take-off illusion.   
  
In a muffled voice, he managed to get out, "Stop laughing! Get me out of here!"  
  
Unfortunately, everybody was too busy laughing to pay attention to the silver-haired boy, and Lance ran to his room, returning with a video camera.   
  
"This'll be perfect blackmail." Lance whispered to Fred, who had his arms wrapped around his massive gut.   
  
"Yeah! Yeah! Homework for a year!" Todd cried excitedly, as Lance filmed Pietro's frivolous attempts to get loose.  
  
"Just get me loose!" Pietro cried.  
  
"Did you hear something?" Fred asked, looking around the room innocently.  
  
"Nope." replied Todd and Lance.   
  
"HELP!" yelled Pietro. leg thrashings becoming more desperate as his tongue became more and more numb,  
  
"Nothing at all." said Lance, as he finished taping the spectacle. "C'mon, guys, Judge Judy is coming on!"   
  
And with that, the three mutants filed from the room, leaving one very stuck boy looking very, very mad, but unable to even cry out due to his frozen tongue.  
  
  
  
THE END   
  
  
Arg! I am sorry for subjecting all of you innocent readers to that, but my muse is mean to me some...most....all of the time. Well, just tell me if any of you got a kick out of it. :) Thanks! Persephone.  



	2. The Holy Grail

Disclaimer: They are not mine to torture and maim as I see fit. I did anyway, but ya'll ain't gonna sue me.....right?? Hey, what are these lawyers doing here? I've never seen you before. You represent WHO??? They AREN'T MINE!!! I swear!!! ::is dragged kicking and screaming to court, until they find out I have no money, and I'm dumped in the alleyway behind the courthouse to be gnawed on by rats....  
  
  
Y'know, I am the perfect example of why evil muses, sugar, and computers should NEVER be mixed.  
  
Just read the story.   
  
  
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"BOYS!!" Mystique's angry yell echoed down the empty hall. "Answer me, NOW!!!"  
  
At the end of the hall, crouched in the closet of Fred's room, Lance and Todd looked at each other.   
  
"Should we answer her?" whispered Todd.  
  
"Depends." Lance whispered back.  
  
"On what?" Todd asked, awaiting the advice of the older boy.  
  
"On how much pain you want to be in. Mystique's gonna skin us alive!" Lance answered.  
  
"Leaving Pietro there wasn't such a bad thing to do....and we are supposed to be the bad guys." Todd said thoughtfully.  
  
" What we did to Pietro wasn't the bad thing, what I did to Fred WAS!" Lance hissed back.  
  
"Fred?" Todd looked around the tiny closet, noticing for the first time that Fred was not there. " Where IS Fred?"  
  
Lance sighed, briefly wondering why there were so many idiots in Bayville. The X-Geeks, Todd, everyone at school... It was mind-boggling that that many empty minds were in such a small area, and HE was the only one to notice. " Do you remember when Sabretooth showed up, a few hours ago?"  
  
"Yeah, right after we left Pietro stuck to the freezer." Todd snickered. "He thought it was funny."  
  
"Yeah. He had that Harley with him, the one he stole from the Hell's Angels. I kinda told Fred that Sabretooth said he could take it for a spin down Richardson Avenue." Lance explained carefully.  
  
"But isn't the Holy Grail, that biker bar, on Richardson Avenue?"  
  
"Yep."  
  
Understanding dawned on Todd. The Hell's Angels hung out at the Holy Grail. When they saw their stolen bike, they were, more likely than not, going to kill someone.   
  
"Fred's gonna get it." Todd said.  
  
" Lance! Todd! Fred!" Mystique's voice sounded much closer this time. "I'm giving you ONE MORE chance..."  
  
After a long moment of silence, a loud sniffing could be heard from the hall. Sabretooth's gruff voice said, " Two of 'em are in there. I can smell their fear."  
  
Two sets of footsteps, one a heavy clumping of boots, the other the soft click of heels, made their way across the candy-wrapped strewn wasteland known as Fred's room. The closet door slammed open, revealing two menacing silhouettes, starkly dark against the sudden brightness.  
  
Todd shrieked in fear.  
  
"Where is my bike?" Sabretooth demanded, obviously furious.  
  
" I dunno." Lance said in a brief moment of bravery, shrugging to add the effect of innocence.  
  
Sabretooth glanced down at him. He knew the little squirt was lying, but he had to give him credit for trying. He picked up Todd and slammed him against the wall, holding him up by his throat.  
  
"Spill it, Kermit."   
  
Todd's eyes grew wide, then began to bulge from his head as Sabretooth's fingers cut off the flow of blood to his brain.  
  
"Fred." Todd croaked. "Fred took it....Richardson Avenue..." Todd landed on the floor with a thump as Sabretooth dropped him abruptly as he ran out the door to save his bike. Todd slumped against the wall, thankful to be alive. Lance was trying to use the opportunity to sneak out the door when Mystique turned to the two boys.  
  
"You still must be punished for what you did to Pietro." Mystique said coldly. She was enjoying herself.  
  
"But... But we didn't do anything." Lance protested.  
  
"Exactly. You left him floundering about. As amusing as it was, as your caretaker, I cannot allow that sort of behavior from you. As punishment...." She paused dramatically. Lance felt like the DUM DUM DUM music that sounds when supervillians reveal their evil plots should be playing.  
  
" You must clean Fred's bathroom." Mystique said, smiling.  
  
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" Lance yelled. Todd's eyes grew huge inside his skull, and if he weren't already in danger of passing out, he would have yelled, too. Both Lance and Todd looked across the room where the door to Fred's bathroom loomed, larger than life. A distinct stench wafted from the offending door.  
  
"But we had CHILLI last night!!" Lance protested weakly. He knew there was no arguing. Once Mystique decided to torture an unsuspecting teen-ager, there was no turning back. That's why her principal-cover worked so well.  
  
Mystique smiled again, and headed out the door. Jeopardy was about to come on. Your education is never complete, that was her motto. You learned so many facts on Jeopardy. She paused, and called over her shoulder, " And it had better be SPOTLESS!!!"  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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To Be Continued.....  
  
Will Fred be killed by bikers?  
  
Will Sabretooth get his stolen bike back?  
  
And how did Pietro's tongue get frozen, anyhow?  
  
These and other pressing questions will be answered next time on.....  
  
  
THE FROZEN TONGUE!!!!  
  
roll cheesey soap-opera music.  
  
  
  
*****  
  
  
Reviews are greatly appreciated. If this is the absolute worst piece of literary garbage you have ever had the misfortune of stumbling across, tell me. If it is the absolute best written work you have ever read in your long, prosperous life as a researcher of the literary giants throughout history, I think you need to check yourself into the nearest mental institution.   
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The humble appreciation from your hostess for the evening,   
  
Persephone  



	3. The Best Darn Snack ever!

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone.   
  
  
A/N: The question on everybody's mind is answered in this chapter....How Pietro got his tongue stuck on the freezer! Yea! Sorry it took me so long for this chapter, I've had a ton of schoolwork....Why do they always pile it on at the end of the year?? But today was the last full day :: happy dance:: so I now have more time!! Well, by now your just skimming, or skipped this part altogether....but if you're reading this, you aren't, but .... Oh, just read the story.  
  
  
  
  
  
  
Pietro sat in his room, still for once in his life. His head was resting on his hands, and his tongue, wrapped in a large white bandage, protruded from his mouth. He'd heard yelling a few minutes ago. Lance screaming, "NOOO" pitifully had caused him to smile, but that had also made his tongue hurt even worse. He did NOT recommend getting your tongue frozen to the freezer. It was not as fun as it sounded. AND getting the tongue unstuck had been a lot more difficult than the actual freezing. Pietro didn't even want to think about it anymore. It had involved a popsicle stick, a blowtorch, and a mirror. Enough said.   
  
Anyways, the yelling and groans of pain had stopped a few minutes ago, leaving Pierto alone with his thoughts. He began to think back, three hours ago, to before the whole tongue incident. It had been a normal day.....  
  
  
  
****** FLASHBACK ******  
  
Pietro strolled down the hallway, heading to the living room. He had rented the classic movie Monty Python and the Holy Grail again, and he wanted to watch it before he began his homework. As he neared the living room, he became aware that Lance was playing video games.  
  
"Get that, you alien scumbag!!!" Lance was not quiet when he played.  
  
"HAHAHA!!! You lost, Lance! You're a loser!" Nobody but Todd was stupid enough to gloat in Lance's face like that. Pietro heard a loud SMACK just then.   
  
"Great." muttered Pietro, wondering what to do. That TV was taken, the only other TV was in Mystique's private living room. Wait! She wasn't supposed to be back for a few hours, and Monty Python was less than two hours long. He could watch it before she got back, and she would never know... He ran up to Mystique's living room, and set the movie on top of the VCR.   
  
"Now all I need are some snacks." He ran back to the living room, passing Fred, who was heading towards the living room.  
  
Reaching the kitchen, he started to fix the Best Darn Snack that had ever been created in this kitchen. He raced around, gathering assorted junk food and ice cream toppings.  
  
"Brownie, ice cream, chocolate chips, syrup, almonds, Twizzlers, M&Ms, whipped cream...." Pierto grinned. "Perfect." He grabbed a couple of bags of chips, a bottle of root beer, some twinkies, and then picked up the bowl of ice cream.  
  
" A perfect balanced meal." He muttered, trying to balance the junk food in his arms. Everything teetered in his arms, and he had no hands, elbows, or even a chin free, so he put the spoon in his mouth, the only place left to hold it, when he remembered the tub of ice cream still out on the counter.  
  
"Ugh." The groan came out muffled around the spoon. Pietro managed-barely- to balance the ice cream on the crook of his arm, and carefully made his way to the freezer. He pushed it open with his nose, and managed to drop the ice cream inside the freezer.  
  
Unfortunately, that wasn't all he dropped. With all his concentration focused on the ice cream, Pietro forgot the spoon in his mouth, and as he opened his mouth in concentration, he dropped the spoon inside the freezer.  
  
What else could he do? He leaned in, intent on picking the spoon up in his mouth. His hands were full, after all.  
  
Unfortunately again, Pietro had he awful habit of sticking his tongue out when he REALLY concentrated in something. The tip of his tongue touched the frozen bottom of the freezer, and when he tried to pull away, nothing happened.  
  
He tried to pull away again.  
  
Nothing.   
  
Trying his best not to panic, he tried every possible way he could think of to pull his tongue away from the ice. He shifted his body away; all that happened was pain.   
  
Pietro dropped all the food he was holding, including the Perfect Sundae, and tried to pull his tongue away with his hands.   
  
Nothing happened, except his hands began to go numb.  
  
Suddenly, Pietro became aware of laughter behind him. Loud, obnoxious laughter that could only belong to....  
  
"Fwed!! Hewp mehh!!!!"  
  
No response, save some loud laughter. Pietro screamed, again and again, and tried to run in place, hoping the friction would somehow free his tongue. Nothing, except more voices laughing, changed.   
  
"Stop laughing!" Pietro yelled in a muffled voice. "Get me out of here!"  
  
Turning his head as far as it would go without ripping his tongue out, Pietro saw Fred, who had his arms wrapped around his gut to keep it from jiggling too much while he laughed, and Todd, who was jumping up and down and laughing. Then Lance appeared, nearly tripping over a large mallet that was laying in the floor, holding a....video camera?!  
  
"This will be perfect blackmail!" Pietro heard Lance whisper. No! This was not happening!  
  
"Yeah! Yeah! Homework for a year!" Todd shrieked happily. Pietro knew his life was over. Lance turned the video camera towards Pietro.  
  
"Just get me loose!" Pietro decided to abandon pride and beg. Things couldn't get any worse... the least they could do would be to cut him loose.  
  
Then Fred said the evilest thing Pietro had ever personally heard.  
  
"Did you hear something?" while he glanced around the room, ignoring Pietro. NO!! They wouldn't ignore him in his hour of need..... would they?  
  
"Nope." Lance and Todd answered.  
  
"HELP!!" Pietro screamed, thrashing his legs now out of pure desperation rather than an attempt to get free.  
  
"Come on guys, Judge Judy's coming on!" Lance said as her put the camera away. The three boys walked away. Pietro remained stuck, his tongue gone numb from the ice, filling with spiteful rage at his teammates.   
  
A few minutes later, Sabretooth strolled through the kitchen, and picked up Pietro's bowl of ice cream.   
  
"Hey, thwat's my ice cweam!" Pietro managed to get out.  
  
Sabretooth bared his teeth at Pietro and growled softly. "You gonna come over here and get it?"  
  
Pietro thrashed a little bit, and Sabretooth started to laugh.   
  
"Your teammates just leave you there?"  
  
"Uh-huh."   
  
More laughter. "Good kids."   
  
Sabretooth walked out of the kitchen. An hour later, Mystique finally showed up. Actually, she was early, but time just doesn't fly when your tongue is stuck to the freezer. Then came the detachment of the tongue.....  
  
  
  
****** END FLASHBACK ******  
  
Pietro shuddered. It had been THE MOST humiliating day of his ENTIRE LIFE!!! And the worst part was, it wasn't over.  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
Hahahahahah!!! Another cliffhanger!!! Next chapter: Will Fred get mauled by Sabretooth or beaten by bikers??? You get to choose!! Just make your vote in the review.... I'll either use the one most people want, or go with the coolest, most creative suggestion I get.   
Thanks, Persephone  



	4. All in all is all we are

Disclaimer: nothing is mine.  
  
A/N: It's finished!!! I actually finished something! Yippie! sorry. Well, this is the final chapter of The Frozen Tongue. I know you all are heartbroken. Anyways, I'd like to thank everybody who reviewed! I love reviews! They give me a warm, fuzzy feeling inside. Anyways, I used all the suggestions ( I think) and I melted them down, mixed them together, and poured them out into the delightful finished product you see here! Oh, before I forget, I wasn't exactly sure on Fred's powers, so I kinda manipulated 'em to what fit with the story....But it's my story, so who cares? Anyways, enjoy!  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
"Whoo-hoo!" cried Fred as he flew across the pavement. This was great! Sabretooth's Harley rumbled beneath him. Finally, something good was going his way. Suddenly, Fred's stomach growled, momentarily overpowering the Harley's engine.  
  
"Where can I get something to eat?" Fred wondered, glancing around. Richardson Avenue was in the sleazier part of Bayville, and he couldn't see any fast-food places nearby. Wait! Up ahead! A neon sign glowed in the darkness, beckoning to Fred.  
  
The Holy Grail  
  
"Must be some sort of restaurant." Fred muttered. It didn't matter what kind, though. Food was food. Fred pulled the borrowed bike into the parking lot, where he could see several other bikes parked near the main entrance. In fact, there was a whole convoy of hogs parked in a cluster.   
  
And standing next to the bikes was a group of large men, wearing leather and covered in tattoos.  
  
Bikers.  
  
And most of them brandishing weapons, from large knives to metal pipes to crowbars.  
  
And they looked angry.   
  
"Gee, I'd hate to be whoever they're mad at." Fred mused to himself as he pulled up in front of the Holy Grail. As he pulled up, he noticed that all the bikers turned in his direction. Fred climbed off Sabretooth's bike. The cluster of bikers stared at him. Or, more precisely, at his bike.  
  
Fred, unfortunately, mistook their looks of suspicion and hate for looks of envy and adoration.   
  
"Isn't it a beaut?" He asked, motioning towards Sabretooth's bike.  
  
This comment only made the bikers more incensed, although Fred, lost in his illusion that the bikers were jealous of him, didn't notice.   
  
One of the bikers stepped forward, hitting his lead pipe against his palm. The pipe made a dull, thumping sound against the meaty flesh of his hand. He was obviously one of the leaders of the gang, and he took the lead.  
  
"You rubbing that in our faces, tubby?" He said, advancing forward. The gang behind him moved forward accordingly, keeping the same distance behind the leader as before.   
  
"Naw, of course not! It ain't my fault you don't have one of these!" Fred said, in a weak attempt to joke with the angry bikers. They were not amused.  
  
Another man wearing a black leather vest stepped forward. " You mocking us, boy?" He said angrily. The bikers now circled Fred, and he glanced around, realizing for the first time that they were not happy campers. He was surrounded, and the bikers had a ravenous need for inflicting pain.  
  
Fred was suddenly frightened.  
  
  
  
  
******** Meanwhile......  
  
  
Pietro flopped down on the couch in the living room. On the TV in front of him, the opening credits of Monty Python began.  
  
"Finally." he mumbled around the bandage that still protruded from his mouth. "I get to watch my movie in peace and quiet.."  
  
Just as he finished saying that, Lance and Todd came into the room. Pietro began to choke from the horrible stench that came from them.  
  
"You guys stink! " Pietro said. "Even more than usual!"  
  
All he got was two glares. Pietro noticed then that Lance had one arm behind his back, very suspiciously. What was he hiding? After a few minutes of silence, Lance spoke. "Because of YOU, we had to clean Fred's bathroom."  
  
Pietro hunched down in his seat. Lance sounded really mad. He tried to come up with a response. Finally, he just asked, "What do you have behind your back?"  
  
Lance grinned maniacally.  
  
  
  
  
  
***** Back at the Holy Grail,  
  
Fred lay on the ground, twitching. Because of his mutant power, being beaten with crowbars and lead pipes hadn't effected him as much as it should have. The bikers with knives had taken their turn, careful not to mortally wound the fat boy. He was covered in wounds ranging from small scratches to one particularly deep gash down his back. He was covered in blood, some dried and crusted on his skin, some bright and fresh.   
  
Suddenly, Fred realized that the bikers had stopped poking and slicing him. Glancing around franticly, he noticed that most of them had moved over to their bikes, and were revving the engines. A skinny biker moved forward, and put something metal against Fred...  
  
If Fred didn't know better, he would have thought it was a ramp.  
  
The bikers now moved their motorcycles into a line that curved around the parking lot. The leader, the one who had took the first swing at Fred, was in front of the pack. His gleaming black bike took up speed as he hit the ramp. Fred felt the weight of the bike and its passenger as it hit his already wounded stomach.  
  
He cried out despite himself.  
  
Now sobbing, Fred cried out to the other bikers as they drove over his beaten body, "All I wanted was some food! I'm sorry! Why are you doing this to me!"   
  
There was a pause. Then the bikers resumed their fun.  
  
Fred screwed his eyes shut, hoping that it would all end soon...  
  
And it did. All the engines cut off almost simultaneously, and no one drove over him. There was a long moment of stillness. Fred wondered what was happening.  
  
The silence was suddenly unbearable, and Fred opened his eyes.  
  
And was suddenly far more frightened than he had ever been with the bikers.  
  
  
  
****** Back at the Brotherhood,  
  
Lance just stood there grinning like a recent escapee from the loony bin. Pietro jumped off the couch as Lance slowly pulled his arm from behind his back to reveal....  
  
  
  
****Back at the Holy Grail,  
  
Fred stared at the angry eyes of an assassin.(Wow! Try to say that ten times! sorry, back to the story...) Sabretooth growled at him, baring his teeth. Fred choked on the stench, and muttered, "Hey! Even I brush!"  
  
"Do you WANT to die, beachball?" Sabretooth growled.  
  
"Beachball? I don't see a beachball?" Fred said befuddled. He glanced around, hoping that the target of Sabretooth's rage really was a brightly colored globe of plastic.  
  
"I was makin' a reference to your somewhat rounded shape." Sabretooth said with a sigh. Stupid kids. Can't even tell when they're insulted. "It don't matter, I'm gonna maim you anyways."  
  
Fred responded by screaming like a little girl. "NOOO! Not maiming! Anything but that!"   
  
Sabretooth considered it for a moment, and then said, "Ok, I'll just mutilate you."  
  
"Alrighty." Fred replied.  
  
And Sabretooth proceeded to mutilate the mutant.  
  
  
  
  
********Back at the Brotherhood....  
  
From behind his back, Lance pulled out a videotape.  
  
Pietro, who had been preparing to make a run for it, after all, that's what he did best, stared at it for a moment.   
  
"A videotape?" He asked, confused.  
  
"Not just any videotape." said Lance in a cheesy, game show host voice. "Todd, tell our lucky winner here more about it."  
  
"Thank you, Lance. This fabulous videocassette contains a very interesting scene, that of young Pietro, with his tongue stuck to the freezer. This tape is in full color and sound, including Pietro's girly shrieks for help!" Todd paused in his speech for a moment to catch a fly. " And the best part is, this tape has been distributed to all the local videostores, where it has been placed in all the 'What Women Want' and 'Miss Congeniality' cases!"  
  
Pietro dropped to his knees, and screamed at the top of his lungs,"NOOOOO!! Not the chick flick cases! All the girls at school..."  
  
"Will see what an idiot you are." Lance supplied. He and Todd grinned at Pietro, and flopped on the couch to watch Monty Python.  
  
Pietro curled up in the corner and sobbed.  
  
  
  
  
  
*******Epilogue   
  
  
After seeing what Sabretooth had done to Fred, the Hell's Angels decided to forgive him for stealing the bike. They hadn't really liked the guy it had belonged to, so they gave the Harley to Sabretooth, and invited him to join the gang. Sabretooth took them up on the offer, and they now roam the country together, picking fights and generally wreaking havoc across the nation.  
  
Fred spent a long time in the hospital from his injuries, but eventually healed. Hospital food turned out to be a miracle diet for the Blob, and he lost over a hundred pounds. He also learned that Lance was the one behind the bike incident, and he has dedicated the remainder of his life to making Lance's miserable. His first act of revenge was to put a CD of 'The Song that Never Ends' on repeat, set it against Lance's door, and blast it throughout the night.  
  
Pietro's tongue healed, but his reputation didn't. Everyone in the town of Bayville saw the 'Tongue Video', as it was called, and Pietro's new nickname was the Roadrunner. But never fear, he is said to be planning some sort of revenge involving ice, a blowtorch, Popsicle sticks, and a mirror.  
  
Lance and Todd never fully regained their senses of smell after the cleaning of Fred's bathroom. Lance, as mentioned earlier, is constantly terrorized by the new, thinner Blob. Todd was the only member of the Brotherhood to escape unscathed by the events.  
  
  
THE END  
  
  
  
  
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